Dark Heart Novel By Sumiya Baloch นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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POV: Mia (Zero) I didn’t ease back into myself. I snapped. One second, I was lost in the cold weight of silence—no breath, no wolf, no pulse in my limbs—and the next, I was choking on firelight and blood and the unmistakable scent of home. Darkhaven. Not burned. Not overrun. Still standing. But barely.

In the end, the perfect husband and father Stan and I were so proud of was a phony, and the love he showed us was a lie. The only truth was this deceitful plot he maintained for six years, ending with a meticulously staged car accident to take away my son's heart. Nonetheless, my consciousness blurred as the sedative flowed through my veins. I could feel the icy touch of machines digging inside my body, giving me more nightmares. There was only pitch-blackness where my son stood, an emptiness in his chest where his heart should have been. He was reaching toward me, screaming, "Mommy! It hurts so much!"

Ruby. My child. The family I let slip away. I’ll beg if I have to. Fight. Burn the world down again. But she’s not leaving without me this time. Not again. Never again. The king is ready to kneel. Just to rise with his queen. And just like that… this journey comes to an end. 🖤 I poured my heart into this story from beginning to end, every chapter, every twist, every emotion. Whether you read quietly, stayed in the background, or just discovered it now, I truly appreciate you being here.

Chapter 10: OSCAR'S POV: The red lighting in Darkar pulsed like a heartbeat, casting long shadows across the velvet walls of my private suite. The air was thick with the scent of cigar smoke, and the faint musk of sex from the girls in the clubhouse below. I leaned back on the leather couch, legs spread, one arm draped over the shoulder of ruby, one of the girls that worked at the club house She sat beside me fumbling with my buttons as I maintained an eye level with the much older woman sitting opposite me.

He is not yours to look at. He is danger incarnate. Soren is an enemy. Yet when those silver eyes finally lifted and locked onto mine across the length of the throne room, something inside me cracked open. A dark hunger I had no right to feel. I swallowed hard, forcing my gaze down to the marble floor, but the image of him burned behind my eyelids like a brand. Soren Masuda had come home. And I was building walls so carefully around my heart, suddenly but they still felt paper-thin and ready to collapse at the slightest touch.

Author Tina Nwuba: So guys, welcome to the continuation of “Heart of a Betrayed Wife”. (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠). Most of the dramas in this book are going to take place in the main city of the story. ‘Blenka city’. I'm going to try my best to make this story worth your time. So, stick around to the end! Katherine's pov, Everything was a shock to me. I still see everything while awake. And even in my sleep, I haven't stopped dreaming about it.

she said, making my heart break more than it already is. Not her too. She can't be doing this. " or, oh did your stepfather break it" she said mockingly, my eyes widened, she took it too far. " Did I hit a nerf" she said smirking, I blinked once, twice. I could not believe my ears. NO, NO, No!!!!! my eyes sting, my heart aching, I felt sick, like I am about to faint. How cruel would my life get? Ignore Karima!! she doesn't deserve this, my subconcious told me;

dark past. I don't want to go back to the same darkness, I don't want to feel the same pain again. "Buddy. Here, have your favourite butterscotch." Shee was standing with two cones of ice creams in front of me. I felt as if I was hit with a huge rock and thrown back to the same pool of pain and agony from which I was trying to come out. That cone of ice cream in front of me brought out so many memories that I want to forget forever in my life.

he declared. I stopped walking… and breathing. “How? I didn’t even give you the tittle of my story…” “A criminal novel, “Inside the Devil’s Mind”, by Anako… Not too creative nickname. Guessing on your reaction I was right, it is your story.” He got closer to me and looked straight into my eyes. “I like the main character, that Troy… You could say we have few things in common,” he used his usual, devilish smirk. I took a deep breath and tried to remain calm but it was impossible, my face was already turning red.